- published: 21 Aug 2016
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John Felix Anthony Cena (/ˈsiːnə/; born April 23, 1977) is an American professional wrestler, rapper and an actor signed to WWE, but is on hiatus due to injury as of February 2016. Cena is credited by WWE as the public face of that organization, and has served as its franchise player since 2005.
Cena started his pro wrestling career in 1999 with Ultimate Pro Wrestling (UPW), and won its heavyweight title the following year. Cena signed a developmental contract with the World Wrestling Federation (WWF, later renamed to WWE) in 2001, debuting on the main roster in 2002. As of February 2016, Cena has won 24 championships, with 15 reigns as a world champion; he has won the WWE Championship/WWE World Heavyweight Championship a record of 12 times and the World Heavyweight Championship three times (WWE.com has repeatedly described him as a 15-time WWE World Heavyweight Champion), Cena also had five reigns as United States Champion, and four reigns as world tag team champion (two World Tag Team and two WWE Tag Team). Furthermore, he is a 2012 Money in the Bank ladder match winner, a two-time Royal Rumble winner (2008, 2013), and a three-time Superstar of the Year Slammy Award winner (2009, 2010, 2012).
Wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here,
your words are creeping at my feet
I fear, sunrise will come to soon and you'll disappear
into the haze of this city and go south...
look out, they're coming after us with big guns,
they're only gonne tell you all the bad things I've done
even if they words they say aren't true they've won,
any I'm left here dyin in the sun
oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
seems like I'm never coming home
seems like I'm always on my own...
late nights, won't do me justice
cause when I drink...I just get so damn depressed,
and its not like, I ain't trying to get over you.
it's just hard to look at the seasons, pass me over too...
oh...seems like I'm always on my own,
seems like I'm never coming home
seems like I'm always on my own...
(all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you...)
one last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch,
any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all or sung
my life away